by Susan Barnes | 12 Apr 2022 | Poetry
Afflicted yet silent Burdened with grief Crushed by sin Despised by onlookers Embraced the pain Forsaken by God Guiltless but condemned Humiliated for me Injured for my shame Justice denied Kindred to my hurts Lashed for my healing. Mourning on Friday Numbness on...
by Susan Barnes | 15 Mar 2022 | Poetry
I wrote the first draft of this poem when I was at school. The bell rang Forming a routine. Ringing on blue days, Yellow and purple days, Arranging waking hours. Long days neatly divided, Into the bite-sized pieces of a class. Weekend starts The bell is soundless. No...
by Susan Barnes | 1 Mar 2022 | Poetry
Are the ones who belt a ball strong and straight more valuable than surgeons slicing with scalpels? Are the ones who comprehend the complicated wiser than ambassadors adding to acceptance? Are the ones who gain golden medals more successful than labourers working late...
